The Week of Pink and Red

So... Valentines Day is Thursday.

I'm not going to act like I didn't think about it a little. (Actually, I almost forgot about it, but then I saw the annual depressed-teenage-girl statuses and remembered.) Sure, I mused for a few minutes about
what-if-some-guy-got-me-a-flower
and what-if-I-had-a-pink-dress
and wonder-if-someone-has-a-crush-on-me-probably-not.

But then I remembered what it's supposed to be about: love. Not getting a boyfriend or being sad because you don't have one. Not roses or chocolate or getting asked out or anything. (In any case, if that's what love is, I'm good.)

I realized that it was a much better opportunity to write my friend a letter telling her I want us to be friends again. That's what I think Saint Valentine or whoever meant. And trying not to snap at my little brother as much. That kind of love.

And, to be honest. It's a perfect week to curl my hair and try out that pink sweater that I'm scared to wear. Because, hey, if I don't have anyone to dress up for, why not look good for myself? So this week I'm going to look super girly. And you know what, I'll be adorable.

Sure, it would be pretty nice if one of my guy friends did some sweet gesture or I found some way to get my hands on some truffles. But hey, you can't win 'em all. It's okay.